MRS. PAGE Alas, what noise?
MRS. FORD Heaven forgive our sins!
FALSTAFF What should this be?
MRS. PAGE AND MRS. FORD Away! Away! [They run off.]
FALSTAFF I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that’s in me should set hell on fire; he would never else cross me thus.
[Enter Sir Hugh Evans, disguised as before; Pistol, as Hobgoblin; Mistress Quickly, Anne Page, and others as Fairies, with tapers.]
MRS. QUICKLY Fairies, black, gray, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality. Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy oyes.
PISTOL Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys!
FALSTAFF They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die: I’ll wink and couch: no man their works must eye. [He lies upon his face.]
EVANS Where’s Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid That, ere she sleeps, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy; Sleep she as sound as careless infancy! But those as sleep and think not on their sins Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins!